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[allthebettertobiteyouwith]

It's so funny whenever I tell my friends I'm a dom n get flabbergasted reactions because honestly if you know me outside of a sexual context I'm very "HIIII :DDD <333"

[dreamswideawake]

@heretoboogie liked [x] to enter the Imagining...

"... I mean real magic, Cam," The Poet spoke gently, his hands clasped in his lap as he looked at the other man before him. "Not sawing beautiful women in half and pulling rabbits out of hats, I mean...things that can't so easily be explained."

He took a deep breath, searching the other man's face with a small amount of apprehension. "What I can do, it's-...well, it's not the typical sort of sorcery from stories and films, but calling it magic is the closest thing I have to explaining it."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, nerves slowly beginning to be replaced with mild excitement and anticipation. "If you wanted to go to a Bowie or Queen concert, I could take you there...and all I would need to do is sing to you. My voice, it-...it makes the imaginary reality."

His smile grew brighter. "So, what do you say? Do you want to see?"

[ciderjacks]

argh. This comic writing is taking me way longer than usual. I keep editing things and it doesn’t feel right.

[melrosing]

omg someone reached out to me months ago on some burner account to argue about something pretty daft and i was like what is getting to you so severely about this post i made they obviously weren’t being entirely honest about where they were coming from….. and just now I think I finally cracked who they were and LMAO I see now…..

[daybreakrising]

@avaere: "Did you ever travel?"

The question might have come off as sudden between the lovers, Kaveh's hand wrapped around Vautrin's there they walked, side by side, along one of the many shores found around the nation of hydro. He'd tug slightly at the fingers caught in his grasp almost as if to yank the other out of passing thoughts and back to him. Who knew where that oceanid's thoughts wandered from time to time. All Kaveh knew was that there'd be times where Vautrin seemed to be elsewhere, even if only for a few minutes, and that he'd be more than willing to anchor him back here; " ... before, I mean. "

And with every tug, every nudge of a shoulder against another, there'd be a warm smile waiting for him to lean on. One that seemed to grow a little warmer with every turn.

"I do know that you used to be a captain in your... younger days? Is that a way to phrase it?" Kaveh would laugh sweetly, gaze drawn to a passing crab that fled from their promenade. "It sounded like quite the important job, and I can only assume it held obligations similar to the mahamatra of Sumeru finds himself drowning in from time to time, but... what was your life like back then? Surely, times have changed and things have ceased to exist. Shops have come and gone, people as well. What did you do before your position as captain? Was there something else you wanted to be?"

While they had already known each other for quite some time, there were equal fragments of one another that had yet to be brought to the surface. Some in regards to life, others in regards to the journey of it all, maybe even how they had come to end up here, hand in hand, on a shore of a town the architect had sworn to never grown fond of; " I want to learn more about you, Vautrin, if you'd be willing to let me."

The question does catch him in the midst of his thoughts, his mind wandering not, this time, to some memory of a distant past, but rather to something more rooted in the now: namely, how fleeting this moment of happiness will be in the context of his extended life. But whilst the subject matter is, arguably, one of inherent grief, it is not with sorrow that he ponders this thought, but instead he is, perhaps for the first time, viewing things through an optimistic lens. Yes, this moment may be fleeting in comparison to all of time, but all the more reason for him to cherish it, no?

He does not know how long he will be able to walk hand-in-hand along the shore with the man he loves, but he will savour the feel of their interlocked fingers, he will remember the warmth of Kaveh's palm against his.

Primordial eyes snap to the architect as his words draw him back to the moment in question, and the smile he finds upon that unfairly pretty face instantly summons one to his own. "Younger days? You make me sound ancient, darling." He gives Kaveh's hand a gentle squeeze, a glimmer of amusement winking in swirling hues. "I know I'm over four hundred years old, but I hope I don't look it."

I want to learn more about you. The questions shouldn't surprise him - Kaveh is clearly a naturally curious individual, something he has acknowledged after watching him pore over tomes and scrolls, after listening to him engage conversation with anyone who gives him the time of day. He is seemingly interested in everything and anything. Yet somehow, he is still taken off guard, as if he still cannot quite grasp why this incredible, passionate soul would ever take interest in him.

"What did I do, before? Oh, well..." His other hand lifts, fiddles awkwardly with the long fringe of his hair. Is he expecting something exciting? I fear I am going to disappoint him. "I'm afraid I'm terribly boring. I started my training to join the Maison Gardiennage when I was a young teen, and what time I had outside of that training was spent... well, training some more, I suppose. I... I didn't have much else going on."

In a bid to not seem quite so dull, he shifts his focus to another of his questions: Was there something else you wanted to be? His gaze drops to the sand beneath their feet, his idly fidgeting hand now finding its way deep into his pocket. "But... as a child, I... I wanted to be on the stage. I came from a theatre family, you see, so perhaps I only wanted it because it was expected of me, but there was once a time when my name appeared on playbills, albeit only for small productions."

Oh no. He can feel the heat of embarrassment creeping into his face, snaking its way up from under his collar. It is not shame that summons this reaction each and every time he tells someone new about his theatrical youth, but he cannot help it somehow. Perhaps, he muses, it is because no one would ever look at this stiff, serious soldier and picture him prancing across a stage.

"But what of you? Were you drawing blueprints as a child?" His steps falter to a stop, and he tugs Kaveh to him with a smile. "Was this always what you dreamed for yourself?" He lifts their joined hands, presses a soft, sweet kiss to Kaveh's. "I wish to learn more about you, too, my love. I want to know everything, so that I may remember everything. And whilst I cannot promise not to bore you half to death with my own stories, anything you wish to know... I will happily share."

They are alone upon this shore - crabs aside - and perhaps this element of privacy emboldens the former captain beyond his usual hesitancy. An arm slips comfortably, casually, around Kaveh's waist, his hand breaking free of the architect's warm grasp so that he may, instead, sink his fingers deep into soft golden locks and guide him slowly, tenderly, into a gentle kiss. No longer does he seek to ask permission first - they have moved past that now, as he settles more comfortably into a relationship he never dreamed he could have.

He parts with a contented hum, gazes upon his beloved as though they are alone in the world. "I am yours, Kaveh. All of me, every part of me, I give to you. I will hide nothing from you - so ask away, to your heart's content. I want you to know me like no one else ever has."

[graunblida]

Rogue One Sentence Starters // Accepting @ragedagainst sent: ‘ all it’s ever brought me is pain. ‘

it saddens her to hear this but she can empathize. " i understand. " fighting the empire is a long, uphill battle. thankless, exhausting and devastating. days were it feels helpless. days were the urge to give up becomes ever so tempting. lexa finds in moments of despair, all she needs to do is remind herself of the machine of destruction running rampant in the galaxy. the one with the power to ANNIHILATE planets. an evil of such scale cannot be allowed to triumph. though it seems bleak, they must press on. if not them then who?

" when i look in the mirror, i hardly recognize my reflection. " this information would not normally be offered up so easily, but the warrior can sense the inner turmoil in the other. lexa could live with being VULNERABLE a moment if it conveyed the desired message. " but given the choice? i would do it all over again. " she is forever changed by this fight and will continue to evolve if it means a step closer to victory. if they stop now, give in to cowardice, everything the rebellion built and sacrificed will be for naught. lexa draws closer so jyn can interpret the sincerity of her words and expressions. " they will come for us all one by one. the galaxy must be free. "

[gethellbcnt]

@originalribbing liked for a lyric stater with Charlie!

❝ you're a hard one, that's what i heard. ❞

[umbracirrus]

I still think on occasion about the idea of there being a Balgruuf the Lesser because of Balgruuf being known as 'the Greater'.

I like the concept of 'the Lesser' being Balgruuf's father who posthumously got the title because his son run Whiterun in a way which was deemed better.

Perhaps it was as a result of running Whiterun post-Great War so actually having more money from the White-Gold Concordat and access to resources - hence 'the Greater'.

I also can't not bring up one of my favourite conversations between Irileth and Balgruuf with her telling him off for sneaking out to the Bannered Mare for a pint - he wants to chat with the people, be with them, so perhaps he was simply more of a people-person than the Balgruuf who came before, and that resonated with people, and again led to the title...

[tarmac-rat]

Riley baby girl I love you but I’m asking 1, 6 and 17

Ren I am giving you hugs and good vibes

1. When have they been unable to save someone or something no matter how much they tried?

Her younger brother Kai is her biggest one. God, did Riley try to save him, but she was thrown off her bike and barely survived getting run over herself-- by the time she could react, all she could do was watch a gang of Raffen Shiv shoot him in the head execution-style. That memory haunted her so bad that she repressed it as soon as she could and never touched it for two years.

Jackie's death was also a big one. Evelyn and Scorpion's fates also haunt her, since a part of her feels directly responsible for bringing death to their doorsteps. To a lesser extent, Riley also mourns the death of her clan, even though that was greater scope. She's lost a decent amount, but her twin's death was the one that impacted her the most because she was just so close.

6. How far would they go to save someone they love? Would they sacrifice themselves? Others?

To the ends of the earth and back. Not even a question. Riley is, at her core, selfish, and will sacrifice whatever she needs to in order to make sure the people she loves are safe, even if it means sacrificing herself (which in her canon, she inevitably does).

17. What little regrets do they have?

She regrets coming to Night City somewhat: aside from wanting to run away from her problems and find herself, going to NC and becoming a rockerboy was a running fantasy of her brother's, and subconsciously Riley felt she owed it to him to go and experience the city for him since Kai no longer could. She regrets screaming at Jackie in the elevator when they were escaping Konpeki. And she desperately regrets that the last conversations she had with her mother and brother-- the only direct family she had-- were bitter fights where she said a lot of nasty shit she didn't take back, and that she never got the chance to make amends.

Thank you for asking!! 💙

[raiiryuu]

❝ i want to fight. i can help. ❞

⚡︎ ARCANE starters ⚡︎ - @biisutoarm

Laxus glanced back, and after a second offered a lopsided smile over the trim of his ever-present fur coat.

"We ain't ever gone on a job together, have we...? This one should be pretty simple, if you wanna tag along." He held up a flyer for an A-rank quest in one hand, offering it for the taller mage to look over if he chose to.

[tacticalvalor]

❝ you think my anger is irrational? ❞ || from Beth @ whoever you're feeling... we're so back 😎

from: god of war ragnarok starters [src]

"… I think it is distracting."

So he did find it irrational, at least for the circumstances.

It was not hard to dig beyond the few words Kratos spoke. He wore it in his expression; weaved it into his tone. As low, gruff, and blunt as his manner of speech was, it too revealed just enough about his inner thoughts to tip of most of those who'd spoken to him. It was something, try hard as he did over the years to let go of, that he just… couldn't. Not when he'd fled Greece, barely able to keep himself on his own two feet as his gut bled. Not as he'd passed through Egypt, hearing the whispers of the land's own troublesome series of events. Even once he'd gotten to these new realms, found himself within the grasp of Midgard, could he have hidden it. That was what had drawn Laufey to him; what made them complete with one another. She could read him, and he could her. Yet when it came to Atreus…

Now wasn't the time to let his mind wander more than it has been.

He was just as distracted, and the boiling anger building around him—within him—wasn't exactly helping make things any clearer. So he simply watched Beth, giving a nod and looking ahead to wherever it was the pair had found themselves going.

[ducitestella]

● – || @earthwilled continued from HERE.

" And I seem to recall it happening equally . We both closed the door to the other . Surely you recognize that . "

She stubborn on this fact , unwilling to cave so easily . If he was going to be cold with her , she would return it . Though , her intention today was not to fight with him , it was to make amends . They were going to talk , whether [ [ e i t h e r ] ] of them liked the idea or not . It was not going to be easy , but they needed to do it .

" I'm here to [ [ t a l k ] ] to you , Terra . We have a lot of things to discuss . I didn't come here to hurt you . That's never been my intention . "

[blccdwar]

@handgiven

✭ ─── "Geez, man, do you have hot sauce for blood?" He asked dramatically, the smell alone making his eyes water. He wasn't normally one to assault someone with his knowledge of their not being human, but holy shit, man. It burned his nose like the spiciest pepper imaginable.

[weavewilled]

@triickst inquired: [ SUGGESTIVE ]  our muses are hanging out and end up on the topic of turn ons,  kinks,  and what they’re attracted to.  / saucy memes !!

THE WIZARD IS NOT, BY NATURE, SHY. The topic of sex isn’t one that flusters him, though he certainly reserves it for those who he trusts and who have a need to actually know. To him, the chasing of pleasure, sensation — it’s something to be embraced with someone that he cares for. 

" —— it’s hard to say, precisely, " he admits, with a bit of a grimace. Absently, his fingers — smooth, soft, gentle — trace up and down her bare spine. " My experience in such things has been unfortunately so limited to the astral planes for a long, long time. But now I’m rediscovering how —— " And his hand waves in the air, searching vaguely for words, " —— beautifully real, intense, physical mortal love is. How different it is. " He pauses, cracks a little smile. " I think I’m still finding out many things about what I do like, but I think you’ll find I’m —— ah. Most willing. "

[whereheartscollide]

@pcrplevenom wanted a starter with Joker!

Interesting.... he'd ran across quite a lot of creatures over his years of traveling, but never one with a snakelike body quite like this. A naga, he was sure it was called. "You know, some people eat snakes in some parts of the world. Take care you don't end up on that menu, hmm?"

[janeromeroshow]

@nghtshroud : “ I wonder who that person was. ”

The voice startles her, unexpectedly close despite her assertions that she was alone, now that the other survivor had decided to part ways. Pivoting from the sight of their receding back, it takes Jane a moment to place the speaker, but her gaze finally falls on the shrouded figure.

“ Oh, it's you, ” is what leaves her, not quite wanting to admit the you scared me that would have been more conversationally appropriate. Then his words process, and her alarm fades to more confusion, even suspicion - why would he care? Moreover, how long has he been standing there?